Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

The wind in Handong finally stopped.

With the downfall of Gao Yuliang and Qi Tongwei, the once powerful "Han University Gang" has completely vanished.

People in the provincial party committee compound are saying that Sha Ruijin and Li Dakang have won big.

The situation in Handong is now largely settled.

The First Conference Room of the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee.

Li Dakang sat imposingly in the secondary seat, his hair meticulously combed.

He held a dark blue thermos in his hand, his eyes revealing an undisguised sense of pride and confidence.

Eight middle-aged men in suits sat upright on either side of the long, solid wood conference table.

Each one of them is a business tycoon with a net worth of hundreds of billions.

Mr. Zhang from Fuhai Technology, Chairman Wang from Feixun Group, the head of Nanhu Heavy Industry...

The big shots who usually wield great power and influence outside were all summoned here today by Li Dakang with just one phone call.

The air in the meeting room was somewhat heavy, with only the sound of Li Dakang gently blowing on the tea leaves remaining.

Li Dakang put down his thermos, the bottom of which hit the table with a dull thud.

"Have you all looked at the documents?" Li Dakang's gaze swept across the room, his voice booming.

"The Guangming Peak project is the top priority for Jingzhou this year!"

The executives exchanged glances, but no one responded.

Li Dakang didn't mind and leaned back in his chair, continuing, "The city's finances are tight. A large area of ​​land has been cleared, but there's no money to build on it."

He stretched out his right hand and tapped the table heavily with his index finger.

"Everyone here is a pillar of the Jingzhou business community."

Li Dakang went straight to the point, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

"Having enjoyed the policy benefits for so many years, it's time to make a contribution. For this project, each of the eight of you will take on a share of 2 billion yuan."

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the conference room froze.

Two billion is just the starting point.

This isn't a meeting, it's outright robbery!

Mr. Zhang, the general manager of Fuhai Technology, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and broke the silence with a dry cough.

"Secretary Li, we will definitely support the city's construction projects."

Mr. Zhang's brows furrowed deeply, his tone filled with helplessness.

"But the land near Bright Peak is next to a rotten pond, and it's too damp."

Li Dakang's face darkened: "President Zhang, what do you mean?"

"We chip manufacturers have very strict environmental requirements. If we build a factory there, all the equipment will get damp and become unusable."

Mr. Zhang spread his hands, smiled bitterly, and complained, "If we really go, we'll lose everything we own at Fuhai."

Li Dakang gritted his teeth in anger and turned to look at Chairman Wang of Feixun Technology.

"Old Wang, you guys at Feixun are in the internet business, aren't you afraid of the damp?"

Chairman Wang sighed, took a copy of the financial report from his briefcase, and pushed it to the center of the table.

"Secretary Li, you have no idea how difficult things are for us."

Chairman Wang pointed at the financial report with his finger, his face full of frustration.

"We just poured all our funds into that new industrial park that the city approved last month, and now we have less than three million yuan in readily available cash."

He looked at Li Dakang and blinked sincerely, "How about you give me two years?"

The CEO of Nanhu Heavy Industry immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes! Our newly introduced production line hasn't even broken even yet, and we're almost unable to pay our workers' wages!"

"We're the same. We just finished paying our taxes last quarter, and even the richest family has no surplus grain."

Eight billionaires instantly transformed into vendors haggling over prices in a vegetable market.

Each of them offered their own reasons, all of which were legal and compliant, without a single flaw.

The central idea can be summed up in one sentence: We have no money, but you can take our lives.

Li Dakang's face grew increasingly grim, and his eyes twitched uncontrollably twice.

Who is Li Dakang?

That's a famously domineering CEO-type secretary! When has he ever been given such a cold shoulder?

Normally, who would dare to say no to anything he makes a decision on?

Today, this group of businessmen actually teamed up to play Tai Chi with him!

"Bang!"

Li Dakang slammed his hand on the table, causing the water in the thermos to splash out.

The meeting room fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.

Li Dakang stood up, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared intently at the group of entrepreneurs.

"So you're trying to play the poor card with me, huh?"

He gave a cold laugh, his voice low but carrying a strong sense of oppression.

"Do you think I don't know how much money you've made in Jingzhou?"

General Manager Zhang wiped the sweat from his brow and muttered under his breath, "Secretary Li, everything must be done according to economic principles..."

"Stop giving me that nonsense about patterns!" Li Dakang interrupted him rudely.

"I'm putting this out there today: you must accept the share allocated to Bright Peak!"

Li Dakang walked around the chair to the conference table, the sound of his leather shoes on the floor particularly jarring.

"Do you really think the municipal party committee can't do anything to you?"

He stopped behind Chairman Wang and coldly uttered a sentence.

"Fire safety, taxation, industry and commerce, environmental protection! Jingzhou has so many functional departments, you still have spare time to investigate!"

A naked threat.

Forced coercion that tears off the mask of civility.

In pursuit of that dazzling political achievement, Li Dakang no longer cared about his appearance.

Based on Li Dakang's experience, once things have been said to this extent, these businessmen should be terrified.

After all, the people can't fight against the officials. If they really investigate, which company can be thoroughly investigated?

He was even prepared to see the faces of these people begging for mercy.

However, reality gave him a harsh slap in the face.

Eight business tycoons, each worth hundreds of billions, showed no fear after hearing this threat.

There was no panic, no pleading, not even a furrowed brow.

Mr. Zhang slowly took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with a silk handkerchief.

Chairman Wang put the financial report back into his bag and casually straightened his suit and tie.

It was as if Li Dakang's thunderous rage just now was nothing more than a trivial breeze.

Li Dakang was stunned.

This script is wrong!

Just as he was about to lose his temper again, an even stranger scene unfolded.

The eight big shots suddenly stopped what they were doing in unison.

They both turned their heads at the same time, casting their gazes at the very top of the conference table.

Li Dakang then realized that the seating arrangement in the meeting room today was a bit off.

He, a high-ranking municipal party secretary, was surprisingly seated in the deputy head seat when he entered the room.

And in the main seat, a young man always sat.

From the start of the meeting until now, the man has not uttered a single word, nor has he even changed his posture.

He was wearing a well-tailored all-black suit, and his fingers were long and slender.

He was fiddling with an unlit Goosebah cigar in his hand.

Li Dakang followed everyone's gaze and his eyes froze instantly.

Yan Qingfeng.

The behind-the-scenes controller of the Lingxiao Consortium.

A young man who is legendary in the business world of Handong, but rarely appears in official circles.

Looking at Yan Qingfeng's calm and collected face, Li Dakang's anger surged again.

These companies, which usually seem to be competing with each other, are surprisingly united today.

So, this is where the backbone is sitting!

Li Dakang squinted and quickly walked to the seat next to the head of the table.

He looked down at Yan Qingfeng, arms crossed.

The tension in the meeting room instantly intensified to an extreme level.

The eight bigwigs held their breath, none of them daring to utter a sound.

Only Yan Qingfeng was still leisurely twirling the cigar in his hand.

"Mr. Yan, you've been sitting here watching the show, haven't you? You seem to find it quite interesting?"

Li Dakang snorted coldly, his tone carrying an unquestionable, demanding tone.

"They're all watching you. What, Mr. Yan, are you planning to take on this tough nut of Bright Peak for them?"